Hoax Husband - Candice M. Wright Page 0,2

Sons of Anarchy before bed.

He’s tall, although it’s hard to tell how tall with him sitting beside me, and muscular with thick arms and big hands.

“Would you like to take a photo?” he asks, his deep sexy voice making me jump and slosh my beer down the side of the bottle, coating my fingers in the process.

Signaling for Gina, he orders another double whiskey before turning to face me.

“Sorry,” I apologize quietly when his penetrating stare leaves me feeling unnerved.

Now that he’s looking at me, I can say that the most remarkable thing about this guy, and there are a lot of impressive things, are his eyes. They are such a deep indigo blue that when the light catches them, they almost look purple. They’re hypnotic and just like the rest of him, utterly captivating.

“You’re doing it again,” he points out, before thanking Gina when she places his glass back in front of him.

I wait as she heads off to cater to the large group of businessmen that just entered before speaking.

“It’s just—” I cough, feeling a little flustered. “Your eyes are beautiful.” I admit, feeling silly.

Instead of being put off like I’d anticipated, a smile gradually spreads across his face. A smile that takes this man from out of my league handsome to out of this world gorgeous. If he weren’t watching me so intently, I’d wipe my mouth to check for drool.

“So, what brings you here?” he asks, swirling the ice in his glass.

“The same meeting as you, actually. It looks like we both got locked out,” I tell him with a light laugh, trying to hide how nervous his closeness is making me.

“Well, fuck. Here, it looks like you could do with a shot of this too.” He tries to hand me his drink, but I shake my head and indicate the glass in my hand.

“Oh, no. Today calls for something stronger than beer.” He makes a face at me, a cross between a pout and puppy-dog eyes, and I realize with startling clarity that this man has trouble and bad decisions written all over him. I should steer clear.

It isn’t until twelve hours later, I realize how right I was.

Two

Asher

I wake up and open my eyes, regretting it instantly, before I snap them shut with a groan. Okay, shit, light is bad. What the fuck did I do last night?

I remember getting into an argument with my father about his upcoming wedding to the latest in a long line of would-be stepmothers—each one younger than the model before her.

As per usual, the stubborn fuck wouldn’t listen to reason, so I stormed out. By that point, I was already late. Arriving to find the meeting in progress, and me locked out, was just the perfect end to my fucked-up day.

I remember thinking that getting smashed was the way to go, and judging by how I’m currently feeling, I’d say I was successful in that endeavor. Anything after that is just a blur.

I roll to my left and freeze when I realize I’m not alone in my bed, and that’s confirmed when my hard cock suddenly finds itself nestled between the globes of two ass cheeks. I attempt to slide away when a breathy moan has me pausing again before moaning along with the mystery woman as that ass slides against my dick.

Fuck it. I reach blindly to the bedside table, remembering there was a little bowl of complimentary condoms and snag one, surprised to realize the bowl is almost empty.

Huh, well, it's nice to know I don’t suffer from whiskey dick as well as alcohol-induced blackouts.

I quickly rip open the foil packet and slide on the latex sheath, my headache all but forgotten as I nudge my cockhead at her entrance and surge forward, happy to find her slick and ready. I grip her hip and pound into her, pouring out my frustrations, fucking her hard, reveling in the little mewling sounds she makes as she comes awake more fully.

Sweat coats my skin and hers as I continue to surge inside her. She lifts a colorful arm and reaches back to tug on my hair and gasps when I hit a particular spot inside her. I don’t think I’ve ever fucked a girl with tattoos before. Not a lot of women have them in the circles I’m from, but I have to admit they are rather beautiful. She yanks my hair hard and lets out a scream, her pussy pulsing around me as I roar, spilling myself